#colby
for your ease,
the links in the Notes section below the ma8n body of the "poem" should take you directly there,
avoiding the cruelty,
of cut n' paste
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https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5157922/for-colby-to-eat-to-excrete-to-laugh-and-to-cry-out-loud/
https://hellopoetry.com/nat-lipstadt/poems/?tab#:~:text=For%20Colby:%20There's%20a%20baby%20in%20the%20house...
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5158703/for-colby-when-sunlight-cracks-the-babys-room-window/
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5159012/for-colby-rest-easy-be-assured/
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 11:58 AM UTC
the first words that a new mother
utters is
Ma~Ma;
until, some day,
you say ok, enough,
and acknowledge and satisfy her
overwhelming craving;
be assured,
the father is no different,
for after Ma~Ma,
they will indoctrinate you
with the concept of equality,
and Da~Da will be pronounced
shortly, thereafter,
so Colby,
rest easy, be assured,
both your parents were & are
perfectly
normal
probably twice as much when ma-ma is not around
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 11:24 AM UTC
utters is
Ma~Ma;
until, some day,
you say ok, enough,
and acknowledge and satisfy her
overwhelming craving;
be assured,
the father is no different,
for after Ma~Ma,
they will indoctrinate you
with the concept of equality,
and Da~Da will be pronounced
shortly, thereafter,
probably twice as much when ma-ma is not around
so Colby,
rest easy, be assured,
both your parents were & are
perfectly
normal
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 9:35 PM UTC
so, we all, grand and great nieces and nephews,
aunts and baby, fathers and mothers, nanas & poppys;
pick your preferred identifier; gather round to worship
him, but end of day, color us tired, and early to book & to bed
long drive, long day, to get to our
tiny slice of heaven on earth, a
no-points-required destination,
and the baby, with his roly~poly effervescent
charms and delights; oh boy! he's going to be
trouble for the ladies later in life;
he's a sound sleeper; twice-a-day napper;
great eater, and I inquire to the sky, can I?
order half a dozen more on Amazon,
exactly the same? is there any limit at all?
but its 3:56 am, the new master is fast asleep, the
funny smelling old man, tiptoes to the sunroom
sanctuary, bursting with three, count-'em three,
poem hooks in his convection invention mind
and now that the artisanal dishwasher, that's him~too,
is done, his two loads, yet he awakes to put the urgencies.
to bed, write his thank you note poems to his fellow poets
for gifting him insights and of fig tarts pies, that are
invading his head,
yet to to be,
written, including this child's future,
who he, will write by himself
and this little ditty, though pretty, is just an appetizer,
to a beautiful life ahead, and substantive poems yet
to be written and hopefully read....
the baby cries out. a geschrei,^ but back to his
dreams of strange houses, funny cribs, and
senses going crazy with new sights and smells,
and instantly back to sleep, my god that's some
perfect baby!
and the old writer, the would-be-poet, knows when
not to belabor the point, and there's work to be done,
good weather requested, ferries to ride, perhaps, even,
brioche french toast for breakfast and of course,
miles to go…
nml
4:18am
9/12/25
Shelter Island Keep
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 4:33 AM UTC
aye,
the babies have it right,
them, the essences of life
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 5:21 AM UTC
and it emits a cry, of sudden surprise,
a howl for the hole in its roundtable tummy,
when it pleads for knowing, for it knows not of
knowledge, why this light comes, who bids it enter,
and why this entity they call mother,
has all the answers required,
and why the father,
moves so
stealthy
to hug
them
both
and
squeeze them together
7:33am
Sat Sep 11
2025
in the babies room,
in the keep
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 7:36 AM UTC